Moved!

I never do stay long in one place.

 

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You scored as Alice Have you fallen down the rabbit hole lately? Or played croquet with a deck of cards? Either way, you’re so very much like Alice! Her wild imagination and constant ability to daydream got her in so much trouble - you’ve probably heard your mother or teacher lecture you about having your head in the clouds! Remember to stay grounded most of the time, however, because life can get away from you when you’re always dreaming about someplace else! Alice 88% Belle 79% Tinkerbell 79% Ariel 75% Snow White 67% Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) 67% Jane 63% Pocahontas 63% Cinderella 63% Jasmine 58% Megara 58% Esmerelda 58% Mulan 42% Violet 42%

 

Climate shock - worse than culture shock.

There is nothing quite like the experience of coming from a chilly, but comfortable massachusetts state of mind into a wave of warm weather on the equator. Right now I am in Florida, with plans to attend MGM tomorrow, Typhoon Lagoon on Thursday - and thursday night - the new Disney Princesses and Pirates Party. Friday we’re heading to Daytona Beach for Bikeweek (ORANGE COUNTY CHOPPERS!) and we don’t know what we’re doing on saturday yet.

I’m kind of sad I missed the first…five days of vacation with everyone, but I’m here now - and that is what matters.

And those application essays being all fine and dandy and DONE is a HUGE relief. <3

I’m such a jerk though - I actually miss my familiar New England air. And it’s only been a few hours. I’m hopeless.

 

Instant Snow.

I think the reason that every time I write post on this blog I’m in the middle of homework, essays, or whatnot, is because I ALWAYS HAVE HOMEWORK AND ESSAYS. I had to stay home while the rest of the familiga flew to Florida. :le sigh: I’m not the kind of person who easily gives up Disney World, so don’t think less of me. I just really needed a few full days of nonstop work. And I think I’ve come pretty far. My essays are ready for the final revamps. And I just found a mistake - I wrote tiles instead of titles. I almost exploded when I saw that. The admission woman, Lisa or something, (very informative!) told me to make sure there were no grammatical or spelling errors. Admission committees apparently do not appreciate that.

So I’m going to join my family in a few days - flying by myself - yipes! But I do want some sun. And a tan. If I can get my giant list done that is.

I finally did the dishes - three days worth - and it was really yucky. And there was a bit of a smell. But now, they are getting all sparkly in the dishwasher. And I filled the sink with soapy water.

It’s really nice out. But, I have to admit, I’m excited for the beach, the water parks, Magic Kingdom, and MGM. <3

They have this animation thing - the Magic of Disney Animation - which is the really reason I’m crunching hours to get everything done.

Now back to work. Just felt the need to say a little something, something.

Oh, I made Onigiri the other day and let me just say - Japanese and their rice = love.

 

Wah!

You know how you vaugely believe in the existence of people you see on TV and whatnot. I mean - you KNOW they exist. But at the same time - they are sort of immaterial. You can’t pin them down. Anyhow, I have been a huge fan of Butch Hartman since FOP first premiered back in the day. And then DP came out, and the love was unstoppable. I even had my friend Courtney make me a “Butch Hartman is my Hero” t-shirt. (Only the favored few knew who he was.)

Anyhow…reading blog posts by animators makes my life. Here’s to you Butch Hartman! And the entire cast of FOP - animated or not. Baby Poof has brought in high ratings and there are oodles of episodes looming in the near future.

 

 Jay Leno makes my life as the Crimson Chin. <3

In other news - as always I should be doing homework and I’m not. I also have discovered Emerson College is the Boylston stop on the green line. Oh Park Street switchovers.

I really need to vacuum in here.

 

 

In the Middle of an Essay.

Or…pretty damn close, at least.

I’m spending this cheesy holiday writing about one of the bloodiest and most ignored little wars in history - King Philip’s War.

This paper is due in…let’s see…about seven hours. My ideas are down (to an extent). All that remains is organizing them. No mean feat.

Especially since I found myself blogging all of the sudden.

I highly appreciated WordPress’s featured (or most popular) blog: http://slowlikehoney.wordpress.com/

I even added it to my blogroll. I happen to love food and fashion. Right on, fellow blogger.

Here’s a little taste of what I’m working (fighting with)… (*edit* I did not pass it in like this. I can’t even read it over now - it’s so muddled!)

King Philip’s War was the culmination of the critical and fragile states of two warring identities. English and Indians had met head on in one of the most virulent culture shocks imaginable. Each side was up against a breach with who they once were and who they thought they were; and all without even fully realizing it. Though the people of New England colonies were suddenly in a dubious position as to whether they were English or Savages or something else entirely – what remained was to see who was left standing. When the colonists acknowledged their more or less ambiguous victory – and more ambiguous identity – their Englishness was lost. Indeed, it would only take a Revolution to shake off the dust of doubt and claim them-selves American. But, and perhaps more importantly, there were also the emerging senses of identity that rivaled it – identities of region-hood and state-hood. However, in this beginning phase, an identity breach was ominous and fearsome thing. It played its part as an unuttered fear, lurking in the shadows, and never truly emerging or acknowledged. To the pious Puritans, Englishness was part of the way that their life was ennobled in the eyes of God. Thus, losing such a crucial part of themselves was surely snapping thief fingers in the face of fate. It only would serve as a one-way ticket to hell. This war was a disoriented and bloody moment in time – two desperate peoples attempting to stand fully in God’s light – sealing the fate of the New England identity.

It’s getting there. Writing these kinds of papers, or really anything, is the attempt to write something worthwhile in the most pithy way possible. Trimming the flourishes and getting to the facts. Which I really suck at. I love frills. And I have a bad…or questionable…habit of trying out different ways of sayings things…like turn of phrase and new(ish) expressions…usually that I’ve been messing with in my head or free writes…in my collegiate papers. Some professors appreciate that. (They’re always my favorites - like Davis.)

Some tell me I’ll never be able to write a thesis to save my life (high school history teacher), and that my wordiness is a crime against humanity…(mentor at previous college.)

What can I say? I’m Italian. I’m voluptuous.

I’m loving this sun…but having my desk right up against the window and being half blinded is not working for me right now.

We got so much rain yesterday I came home soaked to the bone. Usually I get the soaked cuffs and sometimes up to the knees. Nope. It was like walking through a river. And of course BC is like a small mountain range, so it’s rushing down the bloody walkways like nobody’s business.

Gotta go finish this suckah! I have a birthday party tommorrow. STEPH?! TWENTY?! Mission Hill and a little Nautical Nonsense.

Should probably call Lesley though…and find out who’s driving.

Oh, wait, let me say this.

Paypal can go join the the un-elect Puritans in hell.

I hate that the Anime Boston page only lets you pre-register through pay-pal! I can’t use paypal…there was an attempt of identity theft through that website…(I mean okay, who wouldn’t want to be me? Or who would? :P) and I had to call the damn company and argue with some snip about deleting my account permanently. And all this after I got blacklisted on ebay

I don’t have good luck with dubious security around premier online money exchanging sites. Meh.

So now I have to pay fifty instead of forty-five.

If you’re not in college…then sneer all you want. Someday it’ll come back and bite you in the ass - I guarantee it.

And apparently no one I knew (except Lauren…who’s gets lonely out in Woo - and Jess, who I connived into making a blog) knew I had a blog. Oh and Andrea too. I made her get one. Hah. And Lesley. My persuasive skills are very toned and macho. And virulent! Virulent is a disturbingly awesome word. Potency, danger, and a little oomf in a combination of V’s, L’s, U’s, and R’s.

Now I’m getting nervous about wasting time. yipes.

And…So those hits remain anon. :waves: Well anon, all I can say is that I hope you got at least something out of this nonsensical rambling if you’re reading this. And wasting time. (Like me.)

Back to 1675. Ciao.

 

I should be writing essays right now…

Seriously. I have to wonder who in the heck stumbles across this blog. Is it my friends, bored on facebook? Random travelers? G-Men? Polar Bears? Will Ferrell?

Anyways I was very disgruntled earlier and went on a ranting rage on a thread that me and my two friends Andrea and Christine have had on facebook since October. For some reason, we just keep posting random tidbits on it.

And for the record, facebook both infuriates me and at the same time, I really, no I usually hate it. Except for a (kind of cheap) way of keeping intact with friends after high school - (college is cruel world of split ties) - it invokes a lot of drama. I personally, *ahem* have not gotten involved in any yet - it’s usually on group walls.

I suppose the lack of identification emboldens us. Or makes us act like dogs. :shrugs:

anyhow. the best thing to do when your po’ed and procrastinating…is to read COMICS!

so that’s what I’ve been doing. Since…jeez..6ish. It was light out the last time I looked up.

I should probably go write those essays now…

oh, I have to say though - SKYPE is a wild innovation. I actually heard my friend (currently in Rome) speak to me through the computer. Since Toshiba’s don’t have microphones built in - she couldn’t hear me. (Which might have been a good thing - I was screaming at the computer - babbling incoherently at someone across the atlantic ocean as though she could hear me.) Jess now hates Toshibas, but they feel they might have spared her a headache.

Ever read over one of your very, very old diaries where you could barely spell? You know, when you were little, *they* told you to sound everything out and write it that way. That’s such…NO! Hello! In SOUTHEASTERN MASSACHUSETTS?!

Try having a Boston accent a mile thick. You should of seen some of my seven year old entries. I wrote Saturday - “Sataday.” But it made me laugh so hard I spooked my dog.

I once had a music teacher try to make me ennuciate words. She would sit there with me and for example something like this might follow:

“Say water.”

“Watah.”

“No Paula, no. There’s an r in there.”

“Yeah I know. WatttAHHHHHH.”

Teacher (muttering: “for the love of god…”) “Wa-TER.”

“Watah.”

“It’s hopeless.”

indeedy.

Zoinks. I don’t think I updated on the fabulous news for Massachusetts in general.

Well, know how Hollywood/LA can claim all the major film studios…?

HAH! NO MORE!

:drumroll: introducing… PLYMOUTH ROCK STUDIOS! (BECAUSE THEY REALLY WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU KNEW IT WAS BASED IN MASSACHUSETTS. Seriously though - you couldn’t ask for a more obvious New England-y name.)

http://plymouthrockstudios.com/ROCK.html

I like the whole ROCK thing, however. (Check the site for further enlightenment) And there was this whole write up in the Enterprise, the Globe, and now I see, in Wicked Local. (Speaking of which, if you live around here, you cannot fail to have heard/seen the new Boston.com advertisements. very pissah.)

This is basically huge - economy wise, job wise.

And it means I don’t have to move to California. (Providential? I think so.)

I would have shrivelled up. I can’t leave my home state! (Or my home anything for that matter.)

My friend from Danvers went out there and was like…”People just come up to you and say hello…” (Shoutout to you Kat P.)
If you were in town, anyone’d be like, “What the hell do you want?” And then a lightsaber duel would ensue.

so…apparently everyone is very nice out there. So go California for being friendly.

…

I heard a big crash and voices…maybe I should get off my ass and check it out?

Nah. Just another normal night at my house.

 

Skittle overdose. And here’s some Bloggy-ness.

There was actually a lot more to my last blog entry and then I got distracted or something.

I don’t remember what exactly I was going to write, but it was probably nonsense anyways.

I ate too many skittles and then watched some stupid teeny bopper show because my back really hurt and I was too dazed to find the clicker and change the channel.

Anyhow, Cosmo and Wanda are having a baby, and once again, the man of the hour, Butch Hartman, has made my life complete.

We love you Butch!!

 

:dances:

FEBRUARY 18th, 2008.

The start of twenty new episodes.

Now if only they would tell us when Mike and Bryan’s glorious show will be airing.

And ever since I discovered Guy McKinley in Barnes and Noble in

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780811861380&itm=1

^that book^

(at least, I really hope it was that book)

Anyways, the guy is an amazing artist. And, to finish what I was saying, ever since then, I’ve been slightly infatuated with his work. I love his loopy style. It’s an fanta-awesome-thing.

And if you actually read this, like street art, and have the moneh, I highly suggest this book. I would buy it if I had money. But I can’t get/find/or even hope for a job, so I’m flat broke. Worse than that… Skint.

(Ahem: Random interjection.)

Transformers! Robots in Disguise.

I watched this movie last night with my dad and brother, and fell in love with it all over again. It’s so damn cool. Even my dad admits that, and he is the toughest critic around.

<3 Plus…Captain Lennox…Josh Duhamel…is love and then some. <3

Souljah and then some, mhmm.

 

hmph.

I love the idea of blogs, I really do. (Emphasis on the word idea.) There’s something invigorating about having a personal chunk of cyberspace. One you can scribble on, over and over again, in bright pink highlighters, if you wish. You can offer opinions about onions and George Bush. You can talk about the de ja vu you had the other day. However there is another side to all this. And that’s the fact that I get bored. So easily.

It’s a shame, really.

I’ve written quite a few blog entries in my head since the last time I posted. (Sometimes when I write on this blog, though, I feel like I’m in a huge, shadowy, echo-y room, and I’m all by myself, talking to myself, and except for people passing in the hallway outside, pausing by the closed exit doors once in a while, and then hurrying away, these words are sort of floating away, up to the ceiling and then gathering there. Like lots of unwanted dust.)

Actually dust doesn’t really bother me.

 

Christmas in Boston - James Melody

James Melody
This song just keeps growing and growing on me. I loved it when I first heard it and I love it more each time I hear it.

Ho Ho Ho and Fa La La - it’s a Massachusetts Christmas wherever you are…

<3

Boston DOES love their Christmas Music! Oldies always hits the top this time of year.

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